Four hundred and ninetieth chapters justice of revenge
Twenty-seven women, more than thirty children, and a dozen craftsmen, the slave trade is a huge fortune, and for the Kuaishou Group, which has been reduced to a gang of bandits, this is a rare and big harvest.
Slightly different from some people's speculations, the Kuaishou Regiment currently causing chaos around the new Knight Lord is not a purely improvised group of thieves formed by skirmishers. Its predecessor was the Kuaishou Warriors, a large mercenary group hired by the rebellious marquis.
For a mercenary group, it is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime good thing to be recruited by a big lord. The mercenary group itself can get official establishment and supplies, and ordinary members can get generous rewards and promotion opportunities. For senior leaders,
, and it is the only chance to become a noble.
There is no shortage of careerists among the mercenaries with mottled births. As long as they are given enough rewards, the mercenaries who are originally desperadoes can take off anyone's head, including their own, and make themselves and their descendants high-ranking nobles.
The opportunity has made countless strong mercenaries excited.
But the great lord would not throw away the opportunity to be included. If the new nobles wanted to entrust the territory, it would be equivalent to cutting off their flesh and blood. Even if they had low-level titles without territories, they must give equal value to their retainers.
Want to get the title of a noble? Yes, you can risk your life. As long as you prove your strength on the battlefield and gain enough meritorious service, you can win the appreciation of the great lord.
Note that this premise is that the big mercenary groups can achieve enough achievements, and the organization remains intact, at least the combat strength is still above 80%. After all, the big nobles are never philanthropists, even if you have made great achievements, once you lose
It is meaningless even if it loses its own value, but a mercenary group that has suffered heavy losses is very suitable for waste utilization. Ordinary members can at least become qualified private soldiers. It is also very cheap to buy a strong person without a strong team alone.
This is the nobles' favorite "obligation (free)" cannon fodder.
Therefore, war, a pure and dangerous war, is not a task that ordinary mercenaries are willing to participate in. After all, when the rewards are high, it also represents extremely high risks. But everyone knows that the most common people in this world are careerists.
And the gambler who thinks he is the only lucky one.
As long as there is a war, there will be vultures and hyenas chasing the war. The great lords really like temporary mercenary groups. Although more than 70% of the war mercenary groups are used and discarded chess pieces, those who are lucky enough to become nobles and
This rare example of a regular legion inspired more mercenary groups to fly into the flames.
The original Knife Warriors were one of the "lucky ones" who succeeded in making amazing military exploits, but
"The leader of the group, Entre, has died. Our achievements are gone. The Knife Warriors are gone too. Several of the eldest brothers were hanged on the flagpole. Only deputy leader Kahn became a knight noble. Brother Zink
It is said that Kahn betrayed us and used the lives of our brothers to gain wealth, so we come to Kahn for revenge."
"By killing civilians?"
"That's just Kahn's property. We plan to sell more and at least get back our due share."
Are the people of the lord the personal wealth of the lord? In a sense, this is also a mainstream concept in this world.
Two sentries from the Kuai Knife Regiment were lying together. One could not move, but the other calmly stated their "just revenge" in front of me.
The fact that he was able to speak out about these behaviors without changing his face was not because of his good psychological quality, but because his soul was collapsing and was unable to prevent the leakage of information.
He withdrew the index finger that was placed on the sentinel's forehead. The black mist began to dissipate, and the black pupils lost focus. With it, the soul of the weak man also dissipated.
Even though he still has breathing and warmth, he is already a living dead.
And when I put my index finger on the face of another sentry, the young face was distorted by fear, cold sweat dripped crazily, and the yellow liquid emerging from under the body made me frown even more.
"Crack!"
The other party's ugly appearance made me have no intention of verifying the information, and the stench even made me lose interest in his body.
After a snap of his fingers, the partial suffocation of extracting water and air turned the sentry into a mummy in fear. The fatal restraint even made the common death cry for help by pinching his own neck a luxury. The only trace of resistance was
Bloody traces of fingernails scratching on the ground.
It's been a long time since I've been an evil undead spellcaster. It seems like it's a good thing that I'm not familiar with it, but the changes in my "companions" behind the scenes are very obvious.
The scattered mercenaries headed by the dwarf brothers had some ugly faces, but more of them showed respect and fear. It was one thing to know that they were strong, but it was another thing to be ruthless and strong.
I have the same smile on my face as before, but deep down I am very satisfied. At least in the short term, the negative impact of my past lack of moral integrity can be ignored.
For mercenaries, the powerful, cruel and evil Necromancer is not easy to fool, and my orders as the employer should be carried out.
But Old Barton's old buddy Winston looked a little ugly and was still fussing about something.
"Evil necromancer? Why doesn't the Holy Light kill him?" Even without lip reading, I can guess what he is thinking. After all, this old guy can be considered a traditional Holy Light believer who attends church twice a week.
At this time, the one who had the biggest reaction was probably Catalina. She was hiding behind her adoptive father with a pale face, biting her lips tightly, her eyes constantly wandering, and she didn't dare to look at those people who were dying in such horrible conditions.
Corpse.
My expression didn't change, but I sighed in my heart.
"Have you made up your mind? Just cut off the signs to prevent the little girl from sinking too deep. It's a wise choice."
The voice of the dead cat gloating about his misfortune rang in his ears, and the pure joy and malice in it were completely undisguised. It seemed that this dead cat was also a member of fff.
But I shook my head.
"Don't think too much, I just use the most suitable method to obtain information. I am a necromancer now, how can I use torture without using necromancy?"
As for the northern trio over there, the two veterans were nonchalant, but Thor, the goblin, looked hesitant. If the situation hadn't been so inappropriate, I'm afraid he would have taken out his tool manual and flipped through it as usual.
"Are we right to attack these people?"
Don't get me wrong, the red brilliance of the Judgment Technique has already sentenced the two sentinels to death. What Thor is questioning is the "truth" they stated.
Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh. This Thor was too young, so even if I had doubts in my heart, I accidentally asked the question, and it was still a necromancer.
"But if everything is true, they have reason to take revenge."
"Please take revenge on me. What does it have to do with the innocent villagers? Oh, you probably think that the people are the lord's wealth, and taking his wealth is also a kind of revenge."
Thor fell silent. It seemed that he also recognized the traditional view that the people of the lord were the wealth of the lord.
I also fell into deep thought. Tradition is really annoying sometimes. Even if it seems absurd and unreasonable to me, if most people agree with it, even if it is false, it will become true, even if it doesn’t fit.
Reason will also become an iron law.
Another potential meaning of this tradition is that the status of nobles is higher than that of common people, and people are not equal. If I want to prove that this traditional concept is wrong, it is equivalent to declaring that everyone is equal and is the truth. Then here
In the era of feudal kingship, people were almost seeking death.
In this cruel world that is shaken by wind and rain, in the world's concept, bloody revenge is a person's most basic right, but it is more legitimate than any law. Just like in the cruel world of martial arts novels, a son repays his father.
Qiu is justified.
The only law enforcement power requires the support of the only political power. If someone says that only the legal profession can carry out the death penalty, they will only be treated as a joke.
Proving that one tradition is wrong is not something that can be done in a short while, let alone two, so I decided to bypass "tradition" first.
"Are they guilty?"
"Yes, the incriminating techniques and testimonies have proven his guilt."
"Do they deserve death?"
"Damn it, they not only carried out massacres, but also kidnapping, human trafficking and other crimes. These are all capital crimes in total."
"Then it's right to execute them now. Don't interrupt me, I know you want to say that they have the freedom to take revenge. But that doesn't mean they shouldn't be punished for their crimes, right?"
“Yes, but”
"This is this, that is that, this crime and that crime are calculated separately. Since the one in front of us is right, let's get rid of the one in front of us first before we have time to deal with the next one. These bandits deserve to die, so they died. If that lord is guilty,
You can also try him again."
Thor suddenly understood and started taking out his notebook to take notes with excitement on his face.
Everyone else was surprised that the stubborn legal professional could be persuaded. Even the dark elf anti-knight, who always had a cold face, showed a slightly surprised look.
But I was complaining secretly, looking at this little idiot, my teaching habit suddenly came up again, hoping that no one would notice.
"Wait a minute, something's not right."
And looking at the bandits who were still staring at our virtual image and drooling, I suddenly felt that something seemed wrong.
"Huh? The Quick Knife Group discovered us?"
"No, don't you think it's strange? Why are they waiting here with these prisoners and burdens, aren't they afraid of being discovered by the lord?"
"The sentry just said that he wanted to sell some prisoners for money. This is not a transaction that ordinary merchants can accept. There are no professional slave traders around. They mostly trade in person, which means they are waiting for the counterparty of the transaction!"
"Not only that, if you attack a village, you will be surrounded and suppressed by the lord, but it is a serious crime that bandits dare not commit. Since they were sure to exchange villagers for money from the beginning, they are probably hired by someone to collect prisoners, and now the most dangerous thing around them is
Who are the ones who are in urgent need of prisoners? It’s the Society of All Deaths who are in urgent need of sacrifices!”
"Maybe there will be clues about those cultists. No, for such an important sacrifice, the senior leaders of the All-Death Society should come to pick it up in person!"
When the dead cat and I reached an agreement, the eyes I looked at the robbers were full of greed, as if I were seeing delicious fat sheep. (To be continued)
